The flight trajectory of the Arisaka rifle bullet is stable, and the power is not bad at very close range.

However, after more than 100 meters of engagement, the soft tissue penetration of the bullet is too high, and the tearing effect is weak. It is not possible to enlarge the creation well, nor can it bring out part of the soft tissue from the injection port.

As long as they do not hit the vital point and cause heavy bleeding or damage to important organs, many fighters can still maintain their mobility for a certain period of time even if they are shot.

Fortunately, the shot that hit Huang He in the shoulder was not a serious problem. The bullet didn't even hurt the bone, just a penetrating wound.

Such injuries are common in the troops, and even the little nurses in the headquarters hospital can handle them well.

But the shot in the abdomen was not so simple, the bullet almost injured Huang He's kidneys, and the prolonged blood loss put his life in danger.

Dean Liu and Dr. Short are the highest-level people in the headquarters hospital. After several hours of rescue, the two finally snatched the Yellow River back from the hands of Hades.

Next, as long as the wound is not inflamed, the Yellow River can slowly recover.

Seeing that his friend finally came out of the operating room, the stone hanging in Makarov's heart finally fell, and he took the doctor's hand to express his gratitude.

However, Dean Liu's expression was a little unnatural, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time to show that he felt sorry for those few anti-inflammatory drugs.

Three days later, Huang He woke up from his coma.

The unfamiliar environment around him made him a little panicked, but after seeing a red cross on a white background symbolizing medical care in this broken cave, he touched the bandaged wound on his shoulder and said to himself:

"I don't know who saved me, but I'm sure I wasn't captured by the devils. I don't know what happened to the comrades, hey. ”

Maybe it was because he had just woken up to too much movement, and there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. After the door of the cave was opened, Huang He found that the person who came was a little nurse with a childish face.

"Don't move, chief! The wound hasn't healed yet! ”

"This is the hospital at the headquarters, you have been in a coma for three days, I will call the doctor now."

After the little nurse entered the door, she saw that Huang He still had a blank look, and stood on the side of the hospital bed with concern and said.

After stopping him from trying to sit up, he hurried out and called the doctor.

After a while, Dean Liu followed the little nurse back to the cave.

After knowing that this was his life-saving benefactor, Huang He said gratefully: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I might have died." ”

As the leader of the headquarters hospital, President Liu usually manages every day, and after interrupting Huang He's politeness, he said:

"I've heard Zhang Wanhe say about you before, you are a capable person. If you really thank me, then get some more medicine and come back. ”

"As a doctor, I really can't bear to see the soldiers fall on the operating table again due to lack of medicine, please!"

After a quick and comprehensive examination, Dean Liu told Huang He that he was doing well.

However, because of excessive blood loss, the body is relatively weak and needs to recuperate.

It seems that there are other arrangements, and after telling the Yellow River, Dean Liu left in a hurry.

Seeing that Huang He, who was still a little overwhelmed, the little nurse brought a glass of warm water and let Huang He take a sip and moisten his dry lips.

Then she opened the curtains and let the warm midday sun shine into the cave.

"Chief, in fact, our Dean Liu is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He needs to handle all the big and small affairs in the hospital, so it seems a little unkind. ”

Huang He waved his hand to show that he understood, and his voice was very hoarse when he just woke up.

"What about the foreigners who came with me, how are they?"

Hearing Huang He's inquiry, the little nurse was a little silent. But looking at the other party's expectant gaze, she could only answer truthfully.

"After those comrades came to the hospital, many of them were not saved, and our conditions here are limited."

"Hey, got it."

While the two were talking, Makarov's angry voice came from outside the door.

"Yellow! My friend! Where are you? ”

Hearing someone yelling in the hospital, the little nurse walked out with a disgruntled face.

She knew that she couldn't communicate with this big man, so she could only bring him in. After saying goodbye to talking for too long, she walked out of the cave and closed the door with her.

Far superior to ordinary people's physique, Makarov recovered very quickly. Although he still had a bandage on his head, he looked good.

"Huang, can you get wine? I'm suffocating! If you don't have medical alcohol, I'll drink it with some water. ”

Seeing the appearance of his old friend alive, Huang He's face finally showed his first smile after waking up.

But thinking of those comrades who died in the ambush battle, he turned into a sad face again.

Looking at the way the Yellow River wanted to speak and stopped, the empathetic Makarov was the first to speak:

"Yellow, we are warriors. Death on the battlefield is our ultimate destination. It is our duty to obey orders, and we should not mention the things that have happened in the past. ”

Although he knew that the other party was comforting him, Huang He's face was obviously much better.

"Rest well! In a few days, when the lads are almost finished, we should go back. ”

"Yesterday a comrade in the hospital told me that there is a lot of friction between my motherland and neighboring countries. Those of us who are soldiers just can't be idle. ”

After chatting for a while, Makarov left.

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A few days later, there was a group of comrades at the headquarters who were going to study at the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum. Considering that it was safer with more people and that it was a good ride, the fighters of the convoy decided to follow along.

Huang He, who learned the news, led his guards to their meeting place with the support of the little nurse.

Seeing the Yellow River coming to see them off, the comrades of the transport team greeted him warmly, and everyone took out the small gifts they had prepared.

The instructor left his most precious accordion to the Yellow River. Seeing that Huang He was about to refuse, he struggled to raise his injured hand and said:

"Huang, just take it. As you can see, my hands are already hard to play with her anymore. ”

Hearing what the instructor said, Huang He couldn't refuse. He beckoned and motioned for the guards behind him to come over.

This guard was temporarily assigned to Huang He by the headquarters, mainly because it was inconvenient for the little nurse to do some things.

Huang He took out a harmonica from the box held by the guard, and he smiled and handed it to the instructor.

"Since you left the baby to me, then you can also take this harmonica, this is specially prepared for you."

The gift was completely unexpected, and the instructor took it with his uninjured left hand. He tried the tone, and the beautiful melody revealed the preciousness of the gift.

The instructor nodded with satisfaction, hugged Huang He and returned to the team.

Huang He looked at Makarov and said, "What I prepared for you, you will definitely be satisfied." ”

Seeing his pretended appearance, Makarov looked curiously into the box, where bottles of Fenjiu were placed.

He let out an exclamation, took out a bottle, opened it and sniffed it, the rich aroma of wine making him make a comfortable sound.

"This is what I said about Fenjiu, you are all still injured, drink less on the road!"

"Hahaha, my dear friend, you are so nice!"

After saying goodbye to the comrades one by one, the convoy to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum was about to depart.

Huang He held the accordion given to him by the instructor, endured the discomfort of the wound and began to play, and the melody that everyone was very familiar with sounded in this strange land.

“Расцветалияблониигруши，Поплылитуманынадрекой；

ВыходиланаберегКатюша，Навысокийберег，накрутой.

Выходила，песнюзаводила，Простепного，сизогоорла，

Протого，котороголюбила，Протого，чьиписьмаберегла.”